Blasphemy: 13 is like a dream

It was late at night, and there were no lights in the room. Only the faint light coming from the window reflected the outline of the furnishings in the room.

The rapier was slowly pulled out of its scabbard.

The edge of the sword is bright and dark, and the seven-colored light representing the seven negative forces comes and goes, constantly changing.

In the darkness, the seven-colored sword edge reflected the drunken eyes of the Death God class. He stretched out his fingertips and lightly touched the tip of the sword. The sharp sword tip lightly pricked his finger, and in an instant, seven negative forces poured into Death Ban's body like a frenzy, repeatedly testing his magic resistance.

The Death Squad swayed for a while, but finally failed to withstand all the negative power and was affected by the slow effect. The fighting spirit on his body was flickering, and it took several minutes to suppress the slowing effect. When he looked at the seven-color rapier again, the flame in Ban's eyes became even hotter.

At this time, beams of swaying firelight came through the window, followed by bursts of noise, including voices praising the goddess. The group of people gradually moved away along a long street not far from the window of the Death Class, but the noisy sound was still faintly heard.

A look of disgust appeared on Ban's face, and he closed the window to block out the noisy people outside. He knew that the group of people who had just left were fanatical members of the Holy Church. In response to Pope Rogge's call, these believers are gathering on the Canberra Plains in the south of the Dro Empire to contribute to the victory of the final holy war.

The Death Squad hates these fanatical believers. In the name of faith and holiness, they can actually do anything, even worse than bandits and thugs. Ban had mentioned this matter to Rogge several times and asked him to control these believers, but every time Rogge just dealt with him casually.

The Death Squad is also tired of this war. He really couldn't understand the meaning of war, and he didn't understand why so many countries should invest in this unprecedented human civil war. The longer the war goes on and the more tragic scenes that inevitably exist in various wars are seen, the more the Death Squad misses the peaceful days beside the small lake in the northern country.

Ben has a strong desire to return to a leisurely retirement life. This war does not belong to him.

But when his eyes fell on the rapier, he could no longer leave it. Feng Yue promised to add a movement to his January, but now there is only one chapter in a few months. Although the Death God Ban is extremely angry about this, there is actually nothing he can do about a goddess who does not keep her promise. Even if he is angry, he has nowhere to vent his anger.

"Just bear with it a little longer! As long as there is one more piece of music, I will retire. Just one more piece..." thought the Death Class.

The final moment is coming.

Just a month ago, Alexander's Glacier Corps pretended to attack the Austro-Hungarian Empire. When more than 50,000 Austro-Hungarian remnants were urgently transferred back to domestic defense by the Austro-Hungarian Emperor, Alexander suddenly sent his troops southward, winning 11 consecutive victories along the way. , finally outflanked the rear of the Meat Grinder battle line, while Pompey's Poseidon Legion made a frontal assault, broke through the Holy Glory Alliance battle line, and joined forces with the Glacier Legion at Verdun.

At this point, the 100,000-strong army of the Holy Glory Alliance was cut off from all retreats and fell into heavy siege.

On the Eastern Front battlefield, the Principality of Bavaria achieved a major victory. In front of the principality's 100,000-strong army, the Dro Empire's more than 200,000 troops were defeated in every battle. They retreated all the way, and the defense line was shattered. In the end, 30,000 soldiers were injured or killed, and 100,000 were captured. Counting the deserters during the retreat, less than 30,000 of the 200,000-strong Dro army eventually fled back to Ohinia.

After defeating the main force of Dro, the army of the Principality of Bavaria turned westward and joined the Holy Alliance army at the eastern end of the Meat Grinder Front. After reorganization, it faced off with the main force of the Holy Alliance countries on the Canberra grassland.

For a time, on the endless grassland of Canberra, the Entente and the Alliance gathered their troops, and the decisive battle was about to begin.

On the side of the Entente, there is a 250,000-strong army with the two Asrophic legions as the main force, supplemented by tens of thousands of troops from the Dro Empire and other slave countries. On the side of the Holy Alliance, more than 350,000 troops have been assembled, and more troops are entering the Canberra grassland one after another.

Before this decisive battle, the Allies actually had an advantage not only in the quality of their legions, but also in the number of soldiers. Therefore, before the war, both Alexander and Pompey agreed that only by facing the enemy with a relatively weak force could it be possible to mobilize the main force of the alliance to come to a decisive battle.

A series of battles in the past have proven that among the three traditional empires, the Dro Empire and the Austro-Hungarian Empire have long declined. Their armies are still large, but their combat effectiveness is no longer what it used to be. Only the two major legions of the Asrofic Empire are far superior in combat effectiveness to the southern countries. Looking at the mainland, apart from the Holy Knights of the Church of Light, who have never fought in a battle, there should be no rivals.

However, in this decisive battle, even if the Alliance has a huge advantage in military strength, it may not be able to defeat the Allies unless all the Holy Knights are dispatched. This is exactly what Feuerbach wanted to see. The Emperor knew that in addition to the Holy Knights, the core of the Church of Light's force also had a mysterious temple. And no one knows how many powerful guys are hidden in the temple.

But no matter what characters are hidden in the Church of Light, or how many descendants or reincarnated angels there are in the church, they cannot change their destiny of destruction. Because in front of the avatar of the Lord of Darkness, Bartharo Demogorgon, all the strong men in this plane will find themselves helpless and desperate! And directly introducing the clone of the Lord of Darkness into the plane will be an unprecedented miracle on the continent! Even in the glorious era of the Elf Empire thousands of years ago, such a miracle had never been achieved!

And on the day of the decisive battle, Fengyue may also join the war in the form of a clone or the direct arrival of the main body.

Another reason why the alliance decided not to invest too much troops is that when the clone of the Lord of Darkness successfully arrives, his terrifying aura originating from the darkness alone is enough to transform most of the weaker warriors into Dark creatures with no sense of autonomy! According to Sarah Winger's estimate, the moment the Dark God appears, eight to one hundred thousand warriors from the Allied side may become victims. Of course, when the main god's clone steps into the battle line of the alliance army, which has a much lower average quality, more than 300,000 warriors will probably be transformed into dark creatures and become the servants of Bartharo Demogorgon.

These days, Oceania has almost become a city that never sleeps.

The lights are brightly lit here every night, and batches of Holy Church believers say goodbye to their families. They set out from here and traveled all the way to the Canberra grassland to participate in the final holy war. No one doubts that the war will fail, because the Canberra grasslands have been heralded as a miraculous place, where the goddess Audreyh will descend, and she will witness with her own eyes the heroic fighting spirit of her followers.

Rogge, standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looking at the noisy night scene, sighed slightly. He naturally knew what was waiting for these believers on the grasslands of Canberra. He drank all the wine in his hand. The scarlet wine had a special taste, which was somewhat similar to the taste of blood.

Roger put down his wine glass and went all the way to Hughes' room. On the eve of this battle, he always felt inexplicably uneasy in his heart. He wanted to talk to the old fox, maybe he could come up with something.

No matter where he is, Hughes' residence is simple and elegant, making people feel very relaxed. He was sipping tea and reading a book. Seeing Rogge come in, he said hello with a smile, and actually poured Rogge a cup of tea in a rare move.

Roger was not polite. He sat in front of Hughes and said bluntly: "Elder Hughes, the decisive battle is about to begin. I feel very uneasy in my heart, but I can't find the reason. I don't know if you can Give me some pointers."

Sius smiled bitterly and said: "Lord Rogge, behind both sides in this battle are the main gods of darkness and heaven. I think you know this better than me. Even I know better than ordinary people. There are more, but after all, it is an ordinary elf. How can it be possible to intervene in the battle between the main gods? So regarding this war, I can't really help you."

Rogg pondered for a moment, and then said with some persistence: "Then Elder Hughes, every page of the Book of Heroes you gave me has this sentence: 'The gods are not omnipotent, but Heroes are omnipotent. No'. I really don't understand what this means. You have been studying the Book of Hero for hundreds of years, so you can definitely explain it to me."

Hearing the words 'Gods are not omnipotent, but Shiloh is omnipotent', the corners of Hughes's eyes twitched slightly, and the hand holding the teacup also trembled a little. How could these changes escape Rogge's eyes?

Sius looked at Rogge carefully for a while, and then said: "Lord Rogge, it seems that you are making great progress in the Book of Heroes. Can I ask which page you have read?"

"Page 4...ah!" Before Rogge could finish his words, he felt an unbearable sharp pain hit his head. For a moment, it seemed that more than ten soul-eating demons were vying to **** his brain. Same.

In the unspeakable pain, the contents of the fifth page of the Book of Hero emerged in his soul one by one.

"Create light in the darkness and open up a way in nothingness. The gods sleep and wake up, their eyes are full of confusion, and their brilliance will be challenged. The end of the world is the starting point of the gods. Before going to bed The ending of is actually the beginning of waking up. The gods will be hesitant because they need to find the meaning of existence in nothingness. And the distance between the ending and the beginning cannot be crossed even by the gods. All attachment to the ending will become Chains cuffed to the feet of the gods. There is no wandering, no midpoint in the realm of gods. In front is the meaning of existence, and behind is the abyss of destruction."

"The gods are not omnipotent, but Hero is omnipotent."

At this time, the severe pain in Rogge's mind gradually subsided, but every five pages of the Book of Hero made his mood grow colder and colder. Could it be that his actions of visiting Feng Yue in the Divine Realm again and again, trying to pull her back, could actually be the chain that could drag her into the abyss of destruction?

"Lord Rogge, it seems that you have already read the fifth page. The speed at which you read the Book of Hilo is beyond my expectation." Hughes looked at Rogge for a while and looked pale. With a look on his face, he pondered for a moment and said: "Every being who can read the Book of Hilo will get his or her own understanding from the book. I can only say that the Book of Hilo has power that we cannot even imagine. In the face of such power, We should be humble. So I can't give you any explanation about the contents of the Book of Hero. In fact, no explanation will help you at all. The only advice I can give you now is that the Book of Hero There are seven pages in total, and no matter what, don’t turn to the last page.”

At this time, the severe pain in Rogge's head had just subsided. He felt as if he had collapsed. His whole body was dripping with sweat. He just nodded weakly.

At this moment, the door to the inner room suddenly opened, and Eiffel rushed out from inside like a gust of wind. She held a lot of various magic materials in her arms. As soon as she went out, she said: "Xiu Elder Si, come and take a look, the result of this prophecy is really strange!"

Aiffel spoke crisply and quickly, and it wasn’t until she finished speaking that she saw Roger was present. Her eyes immediately shone and she stared at Rogge non-stop.

Having had the painful experience of being almost drained by Effie several times before, Rogge couldn't help but feel guilty in front of her at this moment. Fortunately, Eiffel was still able to focus on business and said: "Master Rogge, please come and see the prophecy this time!" The fat man breathed a sigh of relief, and was also very curious about Eiffel's prophecy. Stand up and walk towards the inner room.

While passing by Eiffel, the elf suddenly asked very softly: "Can you give me thirty minutes?"

The fat man's legs immediately went weak.

The inner room is very spacious, with the four walls covered with steel plates. This is because the probability of accidents such as explosions during Eiffel's prophecy is much higher than in ordinary magic experiments. But no matter what kind of accident happens, she will not be hurt at all.

There is a large round bronze mirror placed on the ground in the center of the room. The edges of the mirror are carved with simple patterns and many strange-shaped creatures. Rogge can be said to be a master of the theory of gods and demons, and he recognized several low-level gods or elementary demons in the statues at a glance. But he couldn't distinguish most of the statues. Moreover, this bronze mirror was so huge that it almost occupied the floor of the room. I don’t know how it was transported in the first place.

However, Rogge's eyes were immediately attracted by the image in the bronze mirror and could no longer leave. The further he looked, the paler his face became. Later, the fat man's face was completely drained of color.

The center of the bronze mirror has become completely transparent, looking like a window to the infinite world. The world inside the bronze mirror is shrouded in clouds and mist. When the clouds clear and the mist clears, you can see a large expanse of green land in the center of the world, with towering mountains and crisscrossing rivers.

Rogg just felt like a **** standing on the clouds at this moment, looking down at the whole world.

The more Rogge saw the topography of this continent, the more familiar it seemed to him. He had already experienced flying at high altitudes more than once, and finally recognized that the extremely majestic mountain range in the north of the central part of the continent was the Central Mountain Range.

Could it be that what is reflected in the bronze mirror is our plane? As soon as Rogge's heart moved slightly, he saw the clouds suddenly opened in the east of this continent, and a new continent, like a huge beast, suddenly rushed out from the depths of the clouds!

The area of ​​this continent is about half of the continent where Rogge lives. However, the mountains above are more strange, the water is clearer, and it is green and green, which makes people feel relaxed and happy at a glance.

Roger's heart was beating wildly and he was speechless.

Whether it is the memory passed down from Rodriguez or the many legends on the continent, there are countless records about the customs and culture of the mysterious Eastern Continent. However, Rogge's power is not small, and his footprints are not small. For more than ten years, he has never been able to see a person who has set foot on the Eastern Continent. Even the memories left behind by Rodriguez are unclear about the Eastern Continent.

In a sense, setting foot in the mysterious Eastern Continent is far more difficult than Rogge's trip to Fengyue's divine domain.

At this moment, the mysterious Eastern Continent actually appeared in Eiffel's prophecy, and the whole picture was presented in front of Rogge! At that moment, Rogge even had a strong desire to jump into the world in the bronze mirror and take a good look at the mysterious Eastern Continent.

However, what happened next left him stunned.

The colors on the western continent are constantly changing, showing the change of seasons, while the eastern continent is always green and green. After this mysterious eastern continent emerged from the clouds and mist, it did not stop there. Instead, the entire continent was moving slowly, getting farther and farther away from the western continent.

In the blink of an eye, the Eastern Continent seemed to have touched an invisible boundary, suddenly bursting into a bright light, and then disappeared without a trace!

For a long time, Rogge was still staring at the billowing clouds in the bronze mirror in a daze. It wasn't until the scene was repeated again that he came back to his senses and asked Effie, "Effie, are you clear about the time of your prediction?"

"Time?" Eiffel frowned and thought, and said slowly: "Prophecies usually do not clearly give the time, but this time the prediction is very strange. It seems that the result does not happen in the future, but in the future. In the past. That’s why I asked Elder Hughes to take a look."

Rogg immediately looked at Hughes, who immediately smiled bitterly and said: "Even the gods are not omnipotent, how can I know everything?"

Roger was silent, and read the prophecy in the bronze mirror again, and suddenly said: "Elder Hughes, why do I feel that the Eastern Continent did not leave by myself, but that there was a mysterious force pushing it? It. It looks like... it seems to be escaping."

All Rogge got was silence. In fact, he also knew that except for the gods, no one could answer such a question.

He shook his head and walked out the door.

But before Rogge even stepped out the door, he was grabbed. The fat man turned around and met Effier's eyes that were as bright as morning stars. In those clear pupils, what Rogge saw was firmness that could not be disobeyed.

"Thirty minutes! Not a minute less!" Eiffel did not leave Rogge any room for negotiation. She closed the door tightly and blocked Hughes out of the room.

The door suddenly opened again, a high-pitched scream sounded, and the underground dwarf was kicked out by Effier.

When the first rays of dawn broke through the darkness of the night, the tents started to move like wild flowers scattered on the Canberra prairie. Countless believers of the Holy Church emerged from the tents and gathered at the designated location under the guidance of the clergy.

Hundreds of tall wooden poles have already been erected on the vast prairie, with flags of various colors flying on the tops of the poles. Every clergy member of the Holy Church knows by heart how many believers need to stand under each flag. It's just that the believers don't know what they are going to do next. But because they were pious enough, order on the grassland was fairly orderly. Despite this, when millions of believers were in place, the sky was already bright.

A wooden high platform has been set up among the believers. Dozens of clergymen in black robes knelt in a circle on the high platform, praying to themselves. Under the influence of magical power, their prayers became louder and louder, floating down from the high platform and being heard by more and more believers. Hundreds of clergymen in the audience also knelt down towards the high platform and began to chant prayers. When the believers around them saw this, they also knelt down one after another.

In the blink of an eye, millions of believers chanted hymns in unison throughout the world!

The magic circle that had been set up on the high platform suddenly shone brightly, and the seven-colored light mist gushes out like a fountain. In the overflowing light, Mora emerged from the magic circle and slowly rose into the sky.

At this moment, Maura's whole body is surrounded by rising brilliance, and her style is unparalleled.

Seeing this miraculous scene, the believers prayed even louder, almost like crazy. They touched their foreheads to the ground to express their inner piety. Therefore, few people noticed that the originally blue sky was gradually turning gray.

The voices of believers praying filled the sky and covered the earth, completely overwhelming the sounds of fighting in the distance.

At first light, the Allied forces stepped out of their military camps and set up battle formations on the Canberra grasslands. As if it was a secret agreement, the Shenghui Alliance's army also came out of the camp at the same time, and hundreds of thousands of troops spread out in front of the Allied Powers. As Emperor Feuerbach expected, standing in the center of the Allied army were fifty thousand holy knights who had removed all disguises!

The Allied army deployed cavalry on both wings of the battle formation. The first purpose was to maneuver, and the second was to monitor the movements of the Allied army at any time to prevent them from splitting up and attacking the millions of believers who were holding a summoning ceremony in the rear. In the center of the Allied Front was the Poseidon Legion, which was equipped with giant shields and spears. Behind these heavy infantry, there were more than ten high platforms erected, and the platforms were full of mages.

On a tens-meter-high tower erected overnight behind the Entente battle formation, the Emperor, Rogge, Alexander, Pompey and Sarawenge all stood on it. From here, you can overlook the entire battlefield, and you can even see the millions of believers in the dark behind the battle line from a distance. And with Rogge's eyesight, he could even see the ethereal figure of Mora in the air. However, Fatty was naturally not in a charming mood at this time. Seeing that everything went smoothly during the summoning ceremony, and there was no unexpected scene of anyone causing trouble, his eyes fell on the Shenghui Alliance's battle formation again.

As expected, Fatty will see many long-lost old friends today.

Sure enough, the group slowly climbed onto the high platform located at the back of the Shenghui Alliance battle formation. Two high seats had already been placed on the high platform, and one of them sat on the old figure that had long been engraved in the depths of Rogge's soul.

Today’s Pope is wearing a gorgeous robe, a bright crown, and a ruby ​​scepter in his hand. Only at the grandest ceremonies would he wear this suit. However, the pope's throne was not placed in the center of the high platform that represented the most revered status. Sitting in the center was a young man with short chestnut hair and a handsome young man who made people feel pity for him. What was strange was that his eyes were closed tightly, as if he was indifferent to what was happening on the battlefield.

As if sensing Rogge's gaze, the young man sitting on the throne suddenly smiled, which shocked the fat man.

At this time, the loud sound of war drums and horns brought Rogge's mind back to the battlefield. Only he, the emperor and the old steward were left on the high platform. Alexander and Pompey had already stepped down from the high platform at some point to lead their respective armies in battle. In this decisive battle, Rogge's Ice Palace Warriors and Ice and Snow Mage Group have been handed over to these two famous generals for unified deployment in order to maximize their combat power.

So Rogge, who now has no troops to move, has nothing to do.

"Your Majesty, you don't need to worry. I have seen the alliance's military strength. The number of their mages is far insufficient, and the strong ones are evenly matched with us. Although we are currently at a greater disadvantage in terms of military strength, I believe that with Alexander With the command of General Pompey, and our overwhelming advantage in the number of mages, we still have a great chance of winning even without resorting to the power of the Dark God." The slow and deep voice of the old manager was heard even on the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud. , it can also be clearly transmitted to the ears of the emperor and Rogge.

Emperor Feuerbach looked grim and nodded. He was sitting on a high seat, holding wine in his left hand and a knife in his right hand, looking down at the entire battlefield.

The battle situation has become intense, and Rogge realizes that he has inadvertently spent too much time on the unusually handsome and strange figure next to the Pope.

At this time, tens of thousands of knights from the Holy Knights have joined the Allied front like a furious wave!

The powerful sprint, the flashing spears, and the holy knights' resolute faces full of religious fervor, together form a very impactful picture. Just looking at it from a distance is already shocking. It's hard to resist the overwhelming momentum, and panic about facing the charge of tens of thousands of holy knights head-on?

But Pompey did it!

Under his command, the numerically disadvantaged Poseidon Legion was like a long embankment, firmly blocking the violent waves in front of them. The movements of each group of Poseidon warriors were uniform. They struggled to send the five-meter dragon spear in their hands into the charging Holy Knight's horse. Then they lifted the battle ax placed at their feet and fiercely split open the huge inertia. The bodies of the holy knights were thrown away and fell from their horses!

The holy knights charged one after another, while the holy knights in the back row threw spears or tomahawks, throwing these weapons that screamed for life into the defense line of the Poseidon warriors!

Cracks quickly appeared on the causeway.

The Poseidon warriors fell one after another, but they would rather use their bodies to act as flesh and blood barriers to block the galloping horses than take a step back from the land where they were stationed! The Holy Knights charging at full speed often knocked away the Poseidon warriors blocking them with roars, and then were thrown off their horses and fell deep into the Allied front. Even if the Entente warriors hadn't attacked with all their swords, the knight in heavy armor would have been hard-pressed to survive such a fall.

The long embankment is trembling, and it looks like it is getting more and more fragile. However, no matter how the tide and waves hit it, it still remains standing!

The battle situation in the center fell into a stalemate for a while, while the situations on the two wings were different. On the left wing, the Knights belonging to the Principality of Bavaria had a strong fighting force, and relied on their huge numerical advantage to suppress the Asrovik Empire's cavalry. They also began to divide their forces to attack the flanks of the Dro Empire's infantry, forcing them to retreat continuously. On the right wing, the Glacier Army under Alexander's personal command defeated the Austro-Hungarian Knight Army, which had a similar number on the front. After suffering huge casualties, the Austro-Hungarian Empire's 30,000 light cavalry finally escaped back to their own infantry lines and got a chance to take a breather and regroup.

The sky above the battlefield suddenly lit up with bursts of brilliant light, and then countless attack magics trailing beautiful trails crossed the sky and landed in the opponent's battle formation. Then flames, frost, thorns, sand and dust, and even black clouds exuding strong death aura appeared one after another on the battlefield. Behind that gorgeous light and shadow is a terrifying killing power!

After each wave of magic offensive, there will be many blank areas in the front lines of both sides. Especially in the queue of the Holy Knights, a gap was opened by Miqi's magic! The magic resistance of the holy knights is much stronger than that of ordinary warriors. If this wave of magic falls on other troops of the alliance, the number of casualties may be doubled.

It is very obvious that regardless of the quantity or power of magic, the Allied side has the upper hand in this magic attack.

Before the war, Constantine once revealed that there were more than 200 light mages in the Church of Light who could play a role on the battlefield, and the Alliance had a total of about 300 mages on the battlefield this time. In comparison, the Allied Forces mobilized more than 800 magicians! This is mainly due to the prosperous magical culture of the Dro Empire. Moreover, in the past year, the Ice and Snow Mage Group of the Holy Church has also trained enough new magicians.

After the first wave of attack magic, the magicians in charge of auxiliary attacks also completed their spells. They either provided attack and defense bonuses to their own warriors, or weakened the enemy's combat power. Naturally, the Allied side, which had an absolute advantage in the number of magicians, suppressed the alliance's arrogance this round.

With the strong support of existing mages, the Poseidon Army's defense line was finally temporarily stabilized. At this moment, the battle lines of both sides began to intersect, and the battle entered the most brutal stage of wrestling. The two sides are like two fighters wrestling with each other, and it is impossible for both sides to bleed. What they are fighting for is to make the other side bleed more and faster than themselves.

Hundreds of thousands of warriors are fighting to the death on the earth, and countless magic and arrows are flying across the sky. At this time, as long as you shoot the arrows into the opponent's camp, you will definitely gain something. Therefore, the 10,000 heavily protected elf archers in the Allied Army are not much more effective than the human archers. It's just that they are using special armor-piercing poisonous arrows at the moment, and their lethality is very impressive.

Except for a few people, almost no one noticed that the sky was darkening, and the original clear blue had long been replaced by dark gray. But on the ground where millions of believers gathered behind the Allied forces, the sky was completely occupied by darkness.

The darkness in the sky is very strange, different from the natural darkness at night. Looking from a distance, it looked more like the sky was torn apart by a pair of giant palms, revealing the deep black, lightless void hidden behind the scenes.

Against the dark background, Mora, floating in the air and dressed in white, is so beautiful and fragile that even a slightly stronger wind can blow her to pieces.

Seeing her stretching her arms toward that night, that day, and the endless darkness, Rogge felt a sudden pain in his heart.

Rogg already knows that the will of the gods cannot be controlled by mortals. He didn't know what the consequences would be if he led the Dark God's clone into this plane, and he didn't even know what kind of divine power the Dark God's clone would bring. Will it be like what the Great Emperor said, wherever Demogorgon sets foot, it will transform itself into a kingdom where darkness dominates everything? If that's the case, what's the point of everything he's doing now?

Life or death, existence or destruction, these propositions related to the fate of the entire plane seemed so far away from him in an instant.

The Fat Man doesn't care about the ups and downs of sentient beings, nor does he really care about the survival of the plane. He has read the fifth page of the Book of Hero, and even if his body is destroyed, his soul can survive forever in nothingness.

He looked up at the dark sky, listened to the roars and screams that filled the entire battlefield, watched the blood gradually seep into the earth, and watched countless familiar people fighting to the death for their own reasons.

Roger suddenly felt that all of this was so strange and meaningless, just like a dream. In the dream, whether it was about heroic ambition, love between children, power over the world, wealth and splendor, when he woke up, it was nothing more than... A ridiculous tear fell.

There has never been such a moment when he wanted to leave everything behind, create a kingdom with her in nothingness, and walk together into eternity.

A faint roar came from the sky and the earth, shaking Rogge out of his trance. From the torn sky, several extremely thick black electric lights snaked out and hit the vast grassland. Every time a bolt of lightning falls, a large crater with a radius of 100 meters will be created on the ground!

Roger's palms were slightly sweaty, and the emperor stood up nervously. Even Sarawenge, who had always been calm, opened his eyes wide, and a frightening light flashed from time to time in his usually cloudy eyes.

An invisible coercion spread quietly, covering a hundred miles radius.

At this moment, the eyes of all the powerful men on the battlefield fell on the expanding darkness in the sky. Their keen intuition has told them how powerful the existence hidden behind the darkness is. No matter which side is strong, almost everyone is trembling at this moment, when this powerful existence that has not yet appeared declares its majesty!

Rogg glanced at the millions of prostrate believers, and then at the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who were risking their lives to fight, and inexplicably felt a touch of sadness for them. The moment the clone of Bartharo Demogorgon appears, the frenzy of darkness will sweep across the earth, and the vast majority of ordinary beings, no matter which camp they belong to, will become victims to pay homage to the Lord God.

Of course, the existence of sacred and light attributes will bear the brunt of the blow, but this also includes elves.

Darkness has quietly occupied the entire sky. Even ordinary soldiers have noticed the strange phenomena between heaven and earth, and their killing movements have also slowed down.

There is darkness within darkness.

The sky has been torn apart, and from the deepest part of the darkness and nothingness, a little bit of the purest darkness surges out. In front of this darkness, there is no light at all.

Rogg held his breath and waited quietly for the moment that decided his fate.

Suddenly, a shrill cry came from the distance. The cry was very familiar. It was Mora's voice!

Rogg's heart trembled. Before he could check whether Mora was safe or not, he discovered that in the deepest darkness, light actually appeared!

That is absolute light!

The brilliance instantly dispelled the darkness that occupied the entire sky just now, and redirected the entire world back to the light!

It’s just that compared to this fragile plane, the brilliance is too strong.

In addition to the indescribable majesty, that overwhelming brilliance contains endless heat!

The substantive brilliance was like a falling river from the sky, pouring down from the sky. Everything the holy light directly illuminated was instantly turned into nothingness under the intense heat.

The holy light is like silk, like rain, like tide!

Mora, who was standing in the sky, was first engulfed by the holy light falling from the sky. The huge waves of light and heat then drowned millions of believers of the Holy Church who did not yet know what had happened.

"That's not the Lord of Darkness!" Rogge suddenly yelled.

At that moment, he had seen through the strongest point of holy light in the sky a slowly rotating tetrahedron of holy light!

That is the breath of the Lord of Heaven!

In front of the endless majesty of the Lord God, the entire plane is trembling non-stop! As if he knew that this tiny plane was not enough to bear his own brilliance, the radiance in the sky that could destroy everything suddenly rolled back, restraining all his power.

In the blink of an eye, another blue sky appeared in front of everyone.

The brilliance of that moment had already made Rogge’s eyes red and swollen, and he could not stop crying. He rubbed his eyes and then slowly saw everything in front of him clearly. On the prairie where millions of believers once prostrated, there was now only a huge pit with a bottomless depth and a radius of several kilometers.

Roger smiled bitterly.

He really couldn't understand why the ritual of summoning the Lord of Darkness would eventually lead to the brilliance of the Lord of Heaven? He looked at the Emperor and the old manager Sara Winger, and then he saw that the Emperor was sitting in a chair with a solemn face and two lines of blood slowly flowing down his eyes.

In spite of the huge changes, Emperor Feuerbach seemed very calm. He turned his head slightly, listening to the cheers from the alliance side like a landslide and tsunami, and then said slowly: "It seems that I was not wrong just now. In the end, The great Lord God of Darkness did not come to this plane according to our summons. Instead, what we summoned from the source of darkness was the Lord God of Heaven..."

There was silence on the high platform. Neither Rogge nor Sarawenge knew how to answer the emperor's question.

"Sara Winger, have you been following me for twenty years, right?" the emperor suddenly asked.

"To be precise, it will be twenty-one years in two days."

The emperor nodded, stood up, and groped forward. Sarawenge immediately took a step forward, supported Feuerbach, and guided him towards the steps of the high platform.

"Sarah Winger, in your opinion, is it possible for us to win?"

"Your Majesty, the possibility always exists."

"Very good, I can no longer see my eyesight. Will you guide me in the direction of the enemy when I charge?"

"It's a great honor, Your Majesty."

The two old men supported each other and slowly walked down the stairs from the high platform. Listening to the tone of their conversation, it was like two ordinary old people talking about the autumn harvest in a small rural village, calm and gentle.

For a time, only Rogge was left on the high platform. He looked around blankly. Although the sky was blue and green, the wind passing by the high platform was still bleak.

There is a special feeling in the wind.

That's despair.

With a cry, Emperor Feuerbach drew out his sword and pointed forward. Sarawenge walked alongside him, pulling the war horse for the emperor, slowly accelerating towards the Holy Glory Alliance's battle line.

Seeing the Emperor advancing in the military formation, Alexander drew his sword, and Pompey, who had lost his strength, raised his crossbow. They and the Emperor mobilized their mounts at the same time to face the hundreds of thousands of allies in front of them. Army.

Although countless officers of the two armies of the empire did not know what had just happened, when they saw that the emperor had personally gone into battle, they all mobilized their soldiers and began to advance forward, vowing to fight to the death with the enemy in front of them!

At this time, thick black mist could not help but pour out of Sarawenge's body, wrapping himself and the emperor in it. This black mist rolled forward, passed through Pompey's Poseidon Legion, and rushed directly into the Holy Knights!

Thousands of brave holy knights were unable to stop that black mist at all! Once they were involved in the black mist, there was no news at all, and behind the black mist, there was only a road made of blood!

At this moment, although the ordinary warriors did not understand where the changes in the world came from, they all vaguely understood that the balance of victory had tilted towards the alliance. The armies of the Dro Empire and other slave nations were cowering. Only the warriors of the Asrofic Empire followed their emperors and generals and launched an attack on the Holy Alliance without hesitation!

For a time, the shouts of the northern warriors overwhelmed the cheers of the Southern Confederacy!

What should you do when you are desperate? Rogge suddenly shook his head vigorously and frowned tightly. Rogge understood that the emperor wanted him to find his own way out, but although he could not summon the clone of the Lord of Darkness, the war in this plane may not be lost!

Roger decided to do something.

He knew that it was useless to escape now. If he lost this war, no matter where he fled, he would not be able to escape the pursuit of the Church of Light. At most, he could become the second Rodriguez, and that would only mean that he would deal with the Church of Light for a few more years. What's more, he just discovered that the connection between himself and Fengyue had been severed. Rogge didn't dare to think about what happened. Since the Lord God of Heaven could appear in the Source of Darkness, no matter what happened, it was possible.

Rogg suddenly felt something strange, as if the space around him had once again undergone subtle changes. He slightly experienced this subtle change, his face suddenly changed, he jumped up from the high platform, and rushed towards the tower full of mages standing on the front line!

I don’t know when, day has turned into night, the blue sky has changed into night clothes, and the night curtain is dotted with brilliant stars.

The sudden change of day and night was just because the handsome man sitting next to the Pope had opened his eyes. Even though they were far apart, Rogge could still clearly see the distant night sky and endless stars in his eyes.

The night coming from his eyes revealed a mysterious, delicate and fragile beauty, consistent with his appearance. It’s just that there is endless murderous intent in these beautiful stars.

Everywhere he looked, all the mages were struggling in pain, and the more powerful the mages were, the weaker their struggles became! The moment night fell, two dazzling magic torches lit up on the high platform on the Allied side!

Mana ignites!

The term flashed through Rogge's mind like a flash of lightning. Rogge is no stranger to this spell that does not belong to the orthodox magic system. He can even ignite the magic power in the mage's body with the dragon's eye. However, it was done deliberately, and at most it could only deal with one or two mages at a time.

Like that man, everywhere he looks is a realm ignited by magic power. What kind of divine power is this?

The battle situation that originally had a glimmer of hope turned into despair the moment the man opened his eyes.

The only thing that the Allies can rely on to turn the tide of the war is the overwhelming advantage of high-level mages. However, in a field where mana is ignited, the more powerful the mage is, the harder it is to protect himself. Moreover, the magic of the field of mana ignition at this moment is far beyond Rogge's dragon eyes. All mages with sacred mana are not affected by mana ignition! This means that the alliance is now beginning to have an overwhelming advantage in mages.

"Great Andreoli, in front of your law-breaking eyes, all those who do not believe in our Lord will only be destroyed. It seems that the Lord's glory will shine in every corner of this plane. "On the high platform, the Pope said slowly.

Andreoli glanced at the entire battlefield seemingly casually, but wherever his gaze fell, the mana burning field would be doubled.

Hearing the Pope's words, he smiled faintly and said in a soft and ethereal voice: "I didn't do anything. All this glory and glory should go to our Lord, the great Dismassen. Of course, great Cetanistoria has done a lot, and his brilliance should not be ignored."

His eyes containing countless stars stared at a high platform of the Entente, and suddenly said calmly: "That pagan is very interesting! Aga, Lennon, you go and keep him!"

In response to Andreoli's call, the two huge angels who accompanied him to this plane came out of the void. They each summoned a chariot burning with the holy flames of heaven, and then in With the cheers of countless holy knights, they flew towards the Allied Powers.

The Pope raised his hand, and Augustus immediately leaned forward and listened to his instructions.

"Augustus, end this war as soon as possible..."

The Blood Angel nodded, then flew into the air, pointing the long sword in his hand at the battle line where the Allies were beginning to show signs of chaos!

The Holy Light kept lighting up under the night cover, and dozens of holy knights appeared one by one, with looming wings slowly waving behind them. At this moment, around the high platform, hundreds of mysterious warriors who had been standing still took off their robes one after another, and in groups of several people, they rushed towards the Allied army quickly and without hesitation.

At this moment, a curved silver light suddenly appeared in the night. It came from nothingness, cut through half of the sky in an instant, and finally landed on a huge angel riding a flaming chariot.

The dark black combat boots of Demon Lotus stretched out from the void, seemingly stepping on the flame chariot inadvertently, and then a faint wave of power spread to every corner of the heavenly chariot.

A fireball with a diameter of a hundred meters suddenly exploded in the sky, and then another silver lightning pierced the sky. This lightning was so dazzling that it even eclipsed the huge fireball!

There were then two thunderous roars of pain in the sky and the earth. Amidst the rumbling roars, Weina, dressed in a demon lotus, finally appeared. Her angular lips were constantly overflowing with golden blood. And those eyes shining with golden cross stars were staring at the Blood Angel, Augustus, who was flying towards her!

In her left hand, she held a huge wing that originally belonged to Aga. The wing was still twitching painfully, and her Dragon Soul Gun had long since left her hand and was nailed to the wings of another huge angel, Lennon.

The angel Aga, who had lost one of his wings, was falling to the ground. Several meters of holy flames burst out from his golden armor. Before he hit the ground, he turned into a huge fireball, and then crashed to the ground with a roar. In the alliance's camp, the sudden wave of holy flames swept over thousands of warriors!

Lennon was struggling painfully in the sky. He could no longer control the flaming chariot. The chariot burning with blazing flames flew forward aimlessly, then drew an arc and crashed into the Allied camp. The next moment, raging flames soared into the sky, eventually forming a mushroom-shaped fire cloud.

A long dragon roar suddenly came from the sky, and the sacred dragon emerged from nowhere, biting the Dragon Soul Battle Spear, and then shook its head violently! Lennon roared suddenly, and stabbed the giant sword burning with holy flames into the chest of the sacred dragon with his backhand. The sacred dragon let out a painful roar, bit the dragon soul battle spear, turned around and fled into the distance.

On the dragon soul war gun, there are two huge wings that open and close uncontrollably.

Lennon's power remained the same, and then the scar on his back began to emit a faint holy flame.

The Pope sighed and said feebly: "It was my incompetence that allowed Audreyh to regain his strength in this plane and destroyed the two glorious Angels of Power you brought..."

Andreoli smiled faintly. His eyes were not on Wella at all. He just followed Rogge and said casually: "It doesn't matter, servants like Aga and Lennon are already in front of my master. Some are too much."

At this time Rogge had already landed on the high platform full of mages, and held the crumbling Froya in his arms. Her face was as pale as paper, and she was biting her lower lip with her silver teeth, trying desperately to suppress the magic power that was almost boiling in her body. When she was held in Rogge's arms, she felt like a small boat hiding in a safe harbor, her expression relaxed. Not only her, but the magic power in the bodies of several mages within a few meters of Rogge gradually subsided, while the mages a little further away from Rogge were still in pain, and from time to time, some turned into shining magic torches.

Seeing this strange situation, the mage who was still alive on the high platform squeezed towards Rogge desperately.

"Damn Fatty, you..." Froya looked extremely weak and couldn't even speak. However, after just a short time in Rogge's arms, her complexion improved a lot.

"Stop talking, I will find a way to send you away immediately, and then you can find a place to hide. Don't be discovered by the Church of Light. Remember?" The fat man kissed her lips gently, using the tip of his tongue. There was a hint of burnt bitterness.

A strong wind hit the high platform, blowing all the dying mages around Rogge off the high platform. Milo's figure appeared in the wind. Just as he was about to say something, Rogge suddenly stood up and handed Froya into his hands.

Miro was surprised and said: "What are you doing?"

The fat man said: "Take her away immediately!"

"What about you, why don't you run away?"

Rogg smiled bitterly, turned and looked in the direction of the Holy Alliance, and sighed: "Me?...I can't escape anymore."

Miluo followed Rogge's gaze and saw thousands of meters away, a pair of eyes hiding thousands of stars, looking at Rogge calmly. Milo said no more, picked up Froya and flew away into the distance.

At this time, the battle situation has turned into a massacre. Behind Augustus, dozens of holy knights with faint wings of light rushed forward like meteors into the black mist that was still advancing tenaciously. The black mist remained still for a moment, and then a pillar of flames rose into the sky in the center, hundreds of meters into the sky, and then gradually dissipated.

Where the flame pillar rose, there was only a blank area with a diameter of a hundred meters.

The Death Squad pulled the thin sword in his hand from the throat of a Templar Knight, shaking slightly at his feet. He looked at the new group of sanctuaries that had gathered around him, and his face gradually became serious. Each group of temples will have two or three warriors responsible for melee combat, an archer for long-range attacks, several mages, and one or two templar warriors dedicated to protecting the mages. With such a combination, this group of holy temples is enough to send a strong man from the holy realm to destruction.

There are only a few strong men who can break through the holy realm, but those who are close to the holy realm can be cultivated in large numbers.

Relying on the terrifying power of the rapier in their hands, the Death Squad has sent the two groups of temples to the point of no return. But in the blink of an eye, a third group surrounded him again. Ban didn't expect any help. He knew that all the strong men in the holy realm on his side would definitely face threats from the second and third groups of holy churches. He took a deep breath, gathered up the last of his fighting spirit, shook the seven-colored thin sword in his hand, and suddenly jumped over the head of the temple, pounced on the mages hiding behind.

With a soft choking sound, an aqua-blue long sword made of pure fighting spirit held the Death Squadron's rapier.

In this war-torn battlefield, Prosis still looked so calm.

Gang winds or flames with destructive power are constantly falling from the sky, and occasionally white or golden feathers will fall down. Under the night, there were floating colored lights and drifting space gaps everywhere, and it was impossible to see the figures of Wella and Augustus who were fighting desperately.

Rogg wielded the Blade of Mork in one hand and held the blue starry sky in the other, sweeping through the two groups of temples like a breeze, leaving only a dozen broken bodies behind him. Then he stretched out his arms and blocked nearly a hundred people who were pouring into the church.

However, no matter whether the fat man was charging, retreating, soaring or hiding, Andreoli's eyes were always locked on him without any deviation.

The seraph who came with the stars seemed to have no interest in other people, nor did he care about the progress of the battle. He just looked at Rogge steadily.

On this extremely tragic battlefield, time actually passes very slowly. Milo, who was flying quickly with Froya in his arms, had not yet flown out of the battlefield.

The Pope's old, yet powerful voice suddenly sounded between heaven and earth: "...the Lord said that what should be stopped will not go forward!"

Roger was horrified!

This is such a familiar voice... He raised his head, looked at the world that was losing its color bit by bit, and sighed deeply. An invisible force spread quietly. Within a few meters around the fat man, the blood was still bright red and the sword was still blue.

But when the world completely lost its color, there was another voice that was clear enough to penetrate cracked gold and stone: "God said that time is like passing water, passing away and never returning! Those who should move forward..."

At this time, the world between heaven and earth has completely turned into a world where black and white dominate everything, and it is also a world of absolute silence. At this moment, Eiffel's voice also disappeared.

However, Rogge knew that this time the Pope's great prophecy was disturbed, so the stasis of all things in the world would not last as long as when the great prophecy was activated in the past. His heart moved slightly, he looked up at the colorless sky, and made several actions in succession.

In this silent world, only the pope’s voice still echoes in the depths of everyone’s soul: “…You were born according to the brilliance of the Lord and walked upholding the glory of the Lord. However, in the midst of betrayal and fall, At the end of the road, all the light you stole will disappear, leaving only heavy chains..."

Rogge's estimate was indeed correct. Before the Pope finished speaking, the world returned to its original color. The moment everything came to an end, Rogge's figure also disappeared from the spot.

The Pope's finger pointed to the void. At his finger, Wella popped out of the void in response. The dark black demon lotus was wrapped with dozens of criss-crossing chains of Holy Light. It was following the Pope's voice. shrink.

At this time, Eiffel's voice sounded again: "In the name of the gods, grant the angel in front of you the blessing to move freely..."

Splendid fireworks bloomed in the sky, and the chains that trapped Wella exploded one by one.

Just because of the conflict between two contradictory prophecies, Eiffel's voice suddenly became mute. At this moment, Constantine's tall figure stood in front of Eiffel, and his hands shackled by faith stretched forward to resist the two fierce energies that were surging with each other in the void!

The Pope's eyes crossed the distance of a thousand meters and fell on Constantine, seeming to sigh with great regret.

Constantine shouted loudly, and the holy light around him was like flames, and he forcibly withstood the impact of the two prophecies!

However, he immediately discovered to his shock that all the holy power in his body was melting rapidly like snow meeting the bright sun! In the blink of an eye, the energy turbulence formed by the entanglement of the two prophecies has found a breakthrough. If a flash flood breaks out suddenly, it rushes into the cardinal's body!

The extremely violent energy did not damage the cardinal's body, but blew away his fallen soul.

Before his consciousness dissipated, the Pope's prophecy echoed repeatedly in the depths of Constantine's soul: "...But at the end of the road of betrayal and decadence, all the light you stole will dissipate..."

With a bang, the shackles of faith exploded. Until the last moment, the cardinal did not understand how he had fallen.

The cardinal's majestic body slowly fell down, and he was finally unable to give Eiffel any more protective wings. However, the pope's great prophecy resounded throughout the world again, and this time the target was actually aimed at Eiffel!

"The Lord controls everything, and the Lord created the world! What the Lord said to destroy will not exist!"

Ai Feier opened her mouth, but only a mouthful of blood spurted out, and no sound came out. In fact, all the voices on the battlefield at this moment have been suppressed by the Pope's great prophecy. The Pope's voice was so loud that most people could no longer hear a sound at all!

At this time, there was a leisurely sigh, and Hughes quietly appeared in front of Effier. Hughes, who had always been calm, looked indescribably solemn, solemn and sad at the moment.

Xius raised his hand and pointed at Eiffel, and his loud voice was no less than that of the Pope!

"The Lord controls everything, and the Lord created the world. What the Lord says will last forever will be immortal!"

This time when two contradictory prophecies met, there was a silent thunder! The sound of thunder spread thousands of miles in an instant. No one knows what kind of storm it stirred up in this plane and how many tangible and intangible existences were destroyed.

Xius looked at the sky and sighed: "Effier, let's go, we have tried our best..."

After that, he picked up Eiffel, who was no longer able to stand, and slowly walked into the void.

Bah! A beautiful tea can fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

In the sky, Wella's wings were spread out, and the remaining chains on the demon lotus disappeared without a trace. She stared at the giant sword thrust by Augustus, her face getting colder and colder. From the moment she entered the battle, she killed two Angels of Power in a short period of time, fought fiercely with the Blood Angel Augustus, and withstood the impact of the Pope's Great Prophecy, even though she was an Angel of Light known for her perfect combat art. , at this moment the power is close to the edge of exhaustion.

What's more, Andreoli is sitting firmly on the high platform!

Maybe others can't see it, but in Wella's eyes, those six sky-blue wings are clearly reflected!

There was a bitterness in Wella's heart. Ever since she had to fall, she knew that such a day would come.

She also tried to fight, but the overwhelming feeling of powerlessness always filled her chest, so she was unable to make any progress in the divine realm. Weena knew that no matter how far she advanced in the divine realm, she would never be able to compete with the brilliance of the main **** of the heaven. Therefore, she has been waiting in numbness for the day of judgment, and is ready to accept any fate.

Such a memory was sealed by her in the deepest part of the origin of God. She believed that Feng Yue could not see this memory. But when the Day of Judgment really came, Wella realized that the feeling of suffering fate was so bitter.

She fell into a slight trance, but still instinctively grabbed the edge of the giant sword. However, Augustus' giant sword suddenly deflected and escaped Weina's lightning-like grasp. Wella was shocked to find that such a result even surprised Augustus! Before she could pursue him, Blood Angel's expression changed, and his figure appeared a hundred meters away in a blink of an eye.

At his original position, an aqua-blue brilliance flashed past, and then the fat man finally emerged after cutting an empty hole.

"What are you doing here! Let's go!" the fat man roared.

"What about you?"

"I can't leave!" The fat man roared like thunder.

A soft voice suddenly came from the void: "That's not necessarily the case!"

Before the voice fell, Adelene had already stepped out of the void, blocking Andreoli's gaze at Rogge.

Andre Orian, who was a thousand meters away, could not sit still, but with a smile on his face, he glanced at Adelene seemingly inadvertently.

Adelene snorted, and her body immediately spurted out surging black flames, turning into a burning torch in the blink of an eye! In the flames, Adelene endured the pain of being burned by magic power, but she neither screamed nor moved.

"What the hell!" The fat man cursed, and in a flash, he appeared in front of Adelene and caught Andreoli's gaze. Then an invisible force field emitted from his body, covering Adelene's body, and instantly extinguished the black flames on her body.

Seeing the fat man return to his sight, the eyes of the six angels with stars on their wings became gentle again.

The next change was completely beyond Wella's imagination. She only felt that her eyes were blurred, and there was already a dying Adelene in her arms; then her wings tightened behind her, and she was caught by the fat man again. Wella's whole body went limp, and she immediately felt an irresistible force coming from her, and was thrown into the space storm!

Weina suddenly felt confused. In that very short moment, for some reason, her senses and reactions seemed to have become a thousand times slower.

Before the ripples in the space had time to dissipate, the Blood Angel, whose whole body was wrapped in the holy flame, had already flown through the air. The tip of the giant sword in his hand shone a little brightly. Before the space barrier was completely restored, At this time, Wei Na was forced out of the void again.

An inexplicable feeling quietly spread throughout Augustus's body, and he suddenly had an intuition that he seemed to have entered an unknown country.

Rogg's figure quietly appeared, blocking the space ripples. He stared coldly at the Blood Angel who shocked the continent, and slowly mentioned the blue starry sky.

Augustus stopped his momentum. He looked into Rogge's eyes and frowned slightly. From those eyes ~IndoMTL.com~ he read determination. This is the last thing the Blood Angels want to read during their years of campaign.

He understood that at this moment, as long as Fatty was still alive, no one could even think of traveling through space from here!

A ball of holy fire exploded in the sky, and another flash of blue starlight flashed.

At that fateful moment, Augustus and Rogge had already exchanged places.

The stars in the blue sky fell from the sky with scattered stardust, and then stuck deeply into the ground that was already soaked in blood, with only a short blade of the sword exposed. The countless shining star fragments drew a clear trajectory from the sky to the earth, which lasted for a long time.

With a strange smile on his face, Rogge used his last strength and pulled hard! However, his consciousness was rapidly blurring and his strength was dissipating rapidly. Although he caught the Blood Angel's wings, he was unable to tear them off.

In the decisive battle a thousand years ago, were the elves who failed to wait for the miracle of Hilo also once been so desperate?

Rogg thought drowsily, his hands slowly loosened, and his body slowly fell.

It’s like a dream ends